laetitia castaThe Fall season is alive and well in New England. I write as I'm enjoying my morning coffee with a dash of honey my Aunt harvested from her bees and toast with raspberry jam she made from the last batch of berries in her garden. (She has the best damn green thumb I've ever witnessed). It feels like the days swiftly slip by here, the early evening sunlight arrives before you know it. Mornings are still and brisk and pumpkins and gourds dance around local shops and farm cafes beckoning the seasonal enthusiast. Above, Laetitia Casta in wellies and a cableknit, true tokens of Fall.